Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Kira’s POV:

I barely had a moment to register Rocco’s sudden appearance in the lobby before his hand closed tightly around my wrist. His grip was firm—not painful, but undeniably commanding. Before I could even think to pull away, he was already dragging me toward the elevator.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, struggling to free my arm, but his hold only grew firmer.

The elevator doors slid open with a gentle chime that felt almost cruelly cheerful given the tension crackling between us. Without hesitation, Rocco yanked me inside and slammed the button for my floor with unnecessary force. As soon as the doors shut, he spun around and pinned me against the cold metal wall, his arms forming an unyielding cage around me.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine.

I pressed myself harder against the chill of the elevator wall, desperate to create even the tiniest bit of space between us. His cologne—the familiar, woodsy scent I once adored—enveloped me, clouding my thoughts and making it difficult to think straight.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said, hating how my voice wavered despite my effort to sound steady. “You made your choice clear at the Hoggins’ house. You chose Kim.”

His icy blue eyes locked onto mine, searching for something I couldn’t name. The elevator felt like it was shrinking with every passing second, his warmth radiating toward me even though I tried to keep my distance.

“You already chose Kim publicly,” I continued, fighting to keep my voice steady. “So why are you here? Why do you keep coming after me?”

A cold, predatory smile crept across his face. “Isn’t it obvious?”

The elevator doors slid open at my floor, but before I could step out, Rocco grabbed my elbow and steered me back inside, toward my apartment. I tried to plant my feet and resist, but his strength was overwhelming. My heart pounded fiercely against my ribs. The Bondbreak Syndrome had drained me so much that fighting him physically felt hopeless.

“Let go of me,” I demanded as we reached my door.

He ignored my plea, holding out his hand expectantly. “Keys.”

I hesitated, considering refusing, but the hard edge in his eyes warned me he’d find another way in if I didn’t cooperate. With trembling fingers, I fumbled through my purse, pulled out my keys, and handed them over.

Once inside, Rocco didn’t flick on a light. Moonlight spilled through the living room windows, casting long, eerie shadows across the floor. Without warning, he pulled me deeper into the room and shoved me toward the couch. I stumbled backward and landed on the soft cushions with a startled gasp.

He loomed over me, his tall silhouette outlined by the pale moonlight. His eyes glowed faintly with that eerie werewolf light—a soft blue shimmer that only appeared in darkness or when emotions ran high.

“Even though I’ve chosen Kim,” he said slowly, “you’re still my secretary.”

I blinked up at him, confusion momentarily eclipsing my fear. “What does that have to do with anything? This isn’t exactly normal working hours.”

“No,” he agreed, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s not.”

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